Saw some elk, went through a redwood rainforest that made wish I had some color slide film. Seriously, every damn thing in that forest was green. Loved every minute of it.

After the trip the four of us went to get some food at Round Table. We had been sitting in the car for about a half hour when we pulled up to get some grub.

All of our muscles were so sore from being abused on the trail that it took us 5 minutes to get into the restaurant from the car. A majority of that time for me was spent just getiing out of that car, my frickin legs felt like they were locked place.

There we are limping like old people going to Country Kitchen for the early bird specials, and we just all kind of looked at each other and laughed. Because at that point, we were tired, hungry, and sleep deprived, so we just laughed.

First off, I want to congratulate my best friends Matt Craig, for his acceptance into THE intern position (meaning there is one ONE) at VII photo agency (check it out), and Julius Metoyer, who is graduating from Emerson in a couple of weeks, then heading to LA to shake up the world.

They are both on their way. And they both deserve everything they have achieved.

Again, congrats gentlemen.

And on to the blogging. . .

The Orion entertainment section decided to run a special Vice issue a couple weeks back.

They concentrated on the 7 deadly sins.

Greed

Lust

Envy

Wrath

Sloth

Gluttony

Pride

For each of these aforementioned sins came an article.

I picked up the pride and sloth articles.

For some reason, sloth was about salons, or people who have other people do things for them.

Pride was about tattoos.

-PRIDE-

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She was getting the snake redone.

Bar-B, the main piercer at Alley Tats.

About to pierce the tongue, they mark the dot with a pen, clamp down and have at it..

-SLOTH-

I went to the place I usually get my hair cut, and my main damie Hilda (who cuts my hair) was down to have some pictures taken.

This week was also the start of the Farmer’s Market, every Thursday the city of Chico shuts down Broadway street and hols an open air market. The event draws about 10,000 people every week.

Most families attend to let their kids enjoy the festivities. Bounce houses, food, entertainers, and others family oriented activities are there for the children to enjoy.

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This mother and son were enjoying the new chess table facilities at the park. They used wood chips and leaves for pieces.

This is also an event that all of the pre-teen and teen kids and Chico can go to hang out with their friends. You can see all sorts of high school kids, from the “I want to smoke cigs in public” type, to the “I can’t wait to graduate and go to Chico State” to even the “I wish I wasn’t here with my parents” group. At some point in our lives, we were all there. Most of us just aren’t from Chico.

Just can’t wait to grow up, get pregnant and develop a substance dependency.

Right.

Anyway. . .

This week is Fight Night in Chico.

The Orion did a profile on a guy who is 4-o in previous fight night fights. I was lucky enough to get the assignment. He ended up being 5-0 in a close fight decided by a point or two.

So I left Cali (which was having perfect weather) and arrived into Beantown for one of the largest snowstorms in a couple months.

At first I loved it.

It was a life change. I’m not used to the snow and cold, so initially I was stoked that I was in Boston and it was snowing outside.

I walked around, got acquainted with Boston and the weather.

That was great for a couple of days, but during my 12 day stay in Boston, I began to understand why my friends don’t like the snow/rain.

For starters, waiting for the T in the rain and the snow is the worst.

Nothing I did in that city was worse than that, nothing affected my happiness so negatively as that.

Also, I experienced “wet snow” and it felt like it was snowing and raining at the same time.

That sucked.

But other than that, Boston was amazing, I went to a lot of bars/pubs, met some incredibly brilliant individuals, and brought the movie, “Funny Games” to the East coast. Most of my Days were consumed by street photography, I walked around Boston for hours upon hours, soaking in the charm of New England, if you can call it that.

I got to hang out with my best friends for almost two weeks, I’ll take that over a weekend in Cancun any day.

Shout outs, to the Sweetwater crew, the chick at the pool place, not paying for the T, Falafel King, Julius’ roof, Ronnie and his crew, Jen K,

Julius came to pick me up in a Zip car, an hourly rented car, a Mini none the less.

It started to snow on the ride back too.

Props to him for that, he really needs to go with the R32 though. Its just better.

I mostly shot with film, so I’ll have to wait a while to get those back from the Lab, trust me, there will be a huge upload one of these days.

I can’t wait.

anyways, the few shots I liked from Boston.

-Italians in the North End-

I mostly saw dapper businessmen and street hustlers, as well as the normal foot commuter: the average residents of Boston living the everyday life. People kept asking me if I thought that people from California were more laid back than their East Coast counterparts.

I said yes every time.
“Everyone’s laid back, but no one can sit still” Slug describing Los Angeles.

That pretty much sums it up.

Its probably because we don’t have to ride the T everyday.

I can’t imagine having to do that; they get packed, hot and humid in the summers, and people do smell those things up pretty quickly. Everyday for years would be too much.

When I got back to Chico, I immediately started to work on stuff for the Orion. The next stuff is an assignment for our features department about recreation alternatives for senior citizens. They did all sorts of activities that were both fun and engaging, from stretching to Nerf hockey and balloon volleyball.

-stretching with yarn-

The fellow I focused on was Emmit Vickers, an old pitcher from Florida.

here he is.

Emmitt was trying to impress all of the younger ladies from Chico State that came as a class to help the older adults. He wanted to show them what a real man looked like, and those were his exact words.